Today, my daughter went to daycare.

Today, I cried.

I suppose it would have been much worse if the first day of daycare coincided with my first day back to work. But, for the past two and half months I have left Emily at home while I go to work and (except for the first week) it has been okay. But today was different. Today, I wrote a check for $300, gave it to a woman named Tammy and left my daughter in a room full of babies with two women named Connie and Becky. All of these people are strangers and I am $300 poorer.

I called at noon today to ask how she was doing - of course Emily was doing great. Taking a nap, eating great and in general the happy baby we know we she is. I, on the otherhand...well that's another story.

So, we made it through the first day of daycare ... she isn't sick with the daycare cooties yet, but I know that is coming. So, here's to day two!